Yinka Ekundayo

Water rushes to the drain
A chill traces its way slowly along my spine
Edge away from the kerb
A splash, a flash
Anger, held tight, then quick release.
Driver drives on
others avoid the swell that’s too close for comfort.
Walk with me through the rain
Water rushes to the drain
Snug sunny summer shoes
slowly soak.
The white darkens, feet squelch
a stream along my toes.
Find a place to shelter
Watch the muddy water rush by.
Seeing as if for the first time the gentle slope of a familiar road;
Later on when it’s sunnier, drier, I walk past and remember.